Feng Beiting picked up the rubber band that Jiang Yimian fell on the sofa, put his left thumb and index finger slowly opened it. The rubber band became longer and longer, and finally broke with a "bang".

He looked at the place where his thumb was bounced red, and his eyes were faint.

His eyes slowly moved to Jiang Yimian's face, and his soft fingertips slashed across her cheeks. Feng Beiting's fingertips trembled slightly, not sure why.

Mianmian, everyone has times when they can't hold it, just like this rubber band, no matter how tough it looks.

You are like this, so am I.

so……

Forget him.

If you forget him, you and him are safe.

Don't force me to tell you my bad things. I'm trying to get rid of the bad things secretly. I want to perfect myself. For you, I want to be a better person.

Believe me, I will definitely be better in the future than I am now, and I am already sure about this.

So, don't give me the chance to be cute when I'm old.

Feng Beiting knew very well that he was different from normal people, and his love and hate were stronger than others.

A bloody hole was poked in his heart, and Jiang Yimian was just putting it in to stop the bleeding.

To him, she was like a glass of wine, placed in a crystal goblet and placed on a flat purple velvet cloth. The wine was so fragrant that it attracted countless people to taste it, but no one could easily get it. If you drink other wines, you might get drunk all night, and if you just smell this glass of wine, he would get drunk all his life.

He also wants to love more casually, but...

If you want to be free, it is difficult to be free.

I can take it, but I can't.

With his fingertips slightly stagnated, Feng Beiting suddenly bent down and his hot and obsessive kiss was printed on Jiang Yimian's lips.

A long and lingering kiss.

He is very conflicted.

I hope that time will always stop at this moment, and I hope that time can pass faster so fast that it can dilute all the imprints left by that person in her heart.

Sleeping...

If one day I change my mind, it means I become bad, so you can throw me away.

But I have a requirement. If I am still me at that time, I will not become worse than now. Can you not refuse me from a thousand miles away, be friends with me like now, and be gentler and don’t hurt me cruelly.

Because I never love you like a joke, but I love you very seriously.

Once I get serious, I feel that I am not bad, so don’t think I am bad either.

I think--

I can watch the exciting wind and waves with you; I can go to the forest to pick fragrant wild mushrooms and pick up the green and fluffy sunshine.

I’m not going to wait for your response any more than waiting for a judgment, and answering your call is no longer like listening to the far-off bell of heaven.

When will the raindrops of missing be no longer poured on the thin rice paper that has grown so much that it can't bear...

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Jiang Yimian woke up from thirst.

She sat up from the sofa in a daze. She scratched her slightly curly hair, her beautiful almond eyes were full of sleepiness, and she obviously hadn't fully awakened.

She realized something was wrong when she walked barefoot to the kitchen.

Her carpet is not so long...

After blinking, she could see the layout of the living room clearly with the faint light of the desk lamp.

Not her house!

It is Feng Beiting's family.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and the rain was loud, and the curtains were tightly pulled, and there was no trace of light that made it not seem too terrifying on this rainy night.

The door of the study room was not closed tightly, and a clear light came from the crack of the door.

Jiang Yimian was confused.

Have you finally called?

She thought Feng Beiting was in the study and wanted to go over and say hello to him before going home.

Listening to the noisy and urgent sound of rain outside the window, Jiang Yimian's heartbeat was a little faster. In addition, she became careful in her movements, as cautious as a cat who stepped on the wet floor, without making a sound.

When she walked to the door, she just raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but she saw the scene inside through the crack of the door and froze instantly.

The entire wall facing her was covered with photos, densely packed, big and small.

The middle one is particularly eye-catching.

The girl in the photo is wearing a black robe of death, carrying a majestic sickle on her shoulders, and her face is very white, but she can still clearly see two large dimples on her cheeks.

It's her.

That was her Halloween dress when she was in college.

The people in other photos are also her, when she was in school, when she was at home, when she traveled, from elementary school to college, and even when she was infancy.

The most recent one is the day Ashley was killed. She looked up at the building opposite and was clearly photographed.

Someone followed her and took pictures of her secretly, but what was even more surprising was why these photos appeared at Feng Beiting's house!

It's him...

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jiang Yimian even held her breath.

A burst of heat suddenly came from behind her neck, which scared her to her spine in an instant.

Feng Beiting's voice sounded against her ears. As he spoke, his warm lips swept across her earlobes as if nothing had happened. His tone was smiling, strange and familiar, "Oh... Is it you discovered..."

He said softly, breath blew into her ears.

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Chapter completed!